NABOO- GALACTIC BUGLE SHOWROOM
JJ Johnson would be seated in his comfortable chair behind his nice desk. A very comfortable sofa and arm chair beside him as he waited for his guests to join him. He had a heavy hitting guess in the form of Senator Soygun York. Of course, the diplomat was able to have his security staff bolster what he already had at the Bugle with their own to ensure nothing would go awry. Senator York would be held in a most luxurious waiting area until he was called to the show.
Smoking his expensive cigar, JJ would blow a perfect ring into the air. "Hoffman! How much longer til we start!"
"JJ, you're the star of the show, we can start whenever!" Hoffman would say, seemingly materializing out of nowhere. He even set down a full glass of scotch for the Editor-in-Chief.
JJ would glare at Hoffman "What are you looking for, a raise?! Get out!" JJ would yell as he reached for his shoe. They were deadly, after all. Hoffman, of course would scurry for cover. "Alright! Let's get this show on the road!" He would get relaxed as the camera started to record. Leading to the theme of the Galactic Bugle.
"Bane to Senator Caliban Drast and possibly the Achilles heel to Prime Minister of the Frauds With Agendas, give it up for Soygun York!" Hoffman would be clapping loudly nearby the camera as would the small but approved audience sitting in the crowd. A small live band would play whatever entrance song each man wanted upon entry.
Timed perfectly, the staff with York would escort him to the entry just as his name was called out, a spot light moving to shine on him.
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